☆ 87. Chapter 86
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Chapter 86
There is a large oval bathtub in the bathroom, with some foam floating on the edge.
There were a few streaks of dried water stains on the floor tiles, which were splashed last night.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Fu Tangzhou took her to take a bath. She was so tired that she couldn't straighten up and lay on the edge of the pool.
But he is an insatiable person, and he behaves randomly again. Later, her consciousness drifted away in a trance, and she couldn't even remember how to get back to the bedroom.
Gu Xin orange water shines, replace it with a new one.
She wanted to see if there were any plant essential oils in the cabinet, and after searching around, she didn't see any women's products - it seemed that women never lived in this house. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
There was no movement at all in the bedroom. She guessed that Fu Tangzhou was sleeping.
As the saying goes, there is no plowed field, only exhausted oxen.
I emptied all my money last night and probably had to rest for two days before I could feel better.
Hey, he is a thirty-year-old man after all, and he cannot afford to be hurt by his age.
Gu Xincheng took a comfortable bath, and his tired muscles and bones were finally relieved.
She stood naked in front of the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.
Radiant and full of energy. After one night, she seemed to be reinvented and become a woman again.
There is a clean white cotton T-shirt on the bathroom shelf, which belongs to Fu Tangzhou. The T-shirt was dyed with a woody fragrance, and after putting it on, she felt like she was in a forest.
She pulled her hem up to cover her thighs in front of the mirror. Her underwear was missing, so she went out to look for it. Her two slender legs swayed as she walked.
The half-hidden amorous feelings, I want to say it but don't stop.
The bed was piled with messy quilts and pillows, and the wrinkles in the sheets had not yet been smoothed out, recording the madness of last night.
But there was no one in the bedroom. Gu Xincheng wondered where Fu Tangzhou had gone.
She walked out of the bedroom barefoot, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the floor.
She walked downstairs quietly and heard movement from the direction of the kitchen.
When I got closer, I saw that Fu Tangzhou was cooking.
The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up a few times and rolled up at the elbows. There was a slightly convex vein on his forearm, winding upward.
The wide three-quarter cotton trousers, tied twice with a belt, hung loosely and swayed with his movements.
The spring light outside the window was bright, and the light sunlight came over, coating his long eyelashes with a layer of pale gold.
He pursed his thin lips and stared at the stove intently, as if he was dealing with a multi-million dollar transaction.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Fu Tangzhou tilted his head and saw Gu Xincheng holding the door frame with both hands and looking at him with half of his head exposed, like a curious kitten.
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General Fiction] When Gu Xincheng was 20 years old, he was obsessed with ghosts and fell in love with a man. After following him for a year, she finally saw through his coldness and ruthlessness. On the day he left him, the rain was as cold as a blade. Gu Xincheng...
